'Twas Ballig and the Sleazy Tongues
Were writhing fondly in the fray--
All flimsy were the Hornophiles
And dressed in negligees.
"Beware the Banderbush my son!
The labes that grab, the vulves
That catch! Beware the Jug-Jug bird,
And shun the Lascivious Candy-Snatch."
He took his rigid dork in hand,
Long time the turgid tool he whacked,
Till came he on the Cum Cum Tree,
And stood with whanger slack.
As in succulent thought he stood,
The Banderbush with labes inflamed,
Came bursting thru the lacy frills
And coming as it came!
No doubt about it, in and out,
The rigid dork went pecker-pack!
She gave it head, and left it dead,
And went a-humping back!
"And hast thou lain the Banderbush?
Come in my arms, my erectious boy!
Oh lubrous day! Calooh callay!",
She panted in her joy.
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There is no nu-monet there is only Zuul.
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There is no greater salve to the body and
the spirit than "getting over."
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Original file name: Poem by Wally Wood - converted on Thursday, 20 December 2001, 03:28
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